Big Nipple Stories Novels & Stories

Elias Something was happening to me. Something bad. Massaging my aching pecs, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Were they more swollen today than yesterday? I could not tell. They hurt, though. And tingled, almost. It was strange. It had been almost a week since I started feeling this way. Since I noticed the pebbling in my nipples, since I noticed the deep ache that spread from near my armpits inward. I had been avoiding my phone since three days ago. That was what I got for trying to find out if my symptoms were normal. It was not rare for people to get breast cancer. Though it was far more prevalent in omegas than alphas.

“She said before it will all end she wanted to give me a gift...as my god mother. She told me to play with her tits , especially her sensitive nipples. She wanted to nurse me like her own baby. I didn't refuse,I couldn't so I leaned in and took a nipple into my mouth. It swelled as I sucked gently on it and I switched to the other side. That nipple was already half-engorged due to my attention to the other nipple.” “Nghhhh..mmmm”.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

She switched back and forth between the two nipples until his upper body arched into her from the attention. “I hope you’re not spending so much time licking and kissing me there because you’re secretly measuring me for a tattoo?” Her chuckle against that sensitive flesh brought another groan from him. “You have nice nipples.” “Yeah? What makes them nice?” “Big. Round.” India’s tongue drew a full circle. “Not much hair. A pretty color. Brownish-red, but not too much red.” “I can’t believe I’m askin’ this, but nipple color matters?” “Of course. Some guys’ nipples are ugly. They’re too small or centered weird on their chest. Or eww, they’re buried beneath too much chest hair. Yours—” she watch

Estelle makes a knowing look, after she has repeated so many times not to burp the baby without the napkin. "Small matter," I roll my eyes back at her and remove my shirt while holding Iva with one hand. "You can shower first if you want," she says while adjusting her nursing bra, finally covering the breast. It's a skill I've mastered nowadays, to keep a straight face while talking to her, eventhough her bare breasts are right there staring at me. One, her nipple crack episodes have made her shameless by letting them free to avoid contact with any clothes. Two, she'd just flaunt one out whenever she wanna nurse Iva. Three, it's not like I've never seen or played with them before so whatever

"Oh, I think we can help you with that, Natasha. Why don't you come in and we'll give you a hand?" Natasha stepped into the room, her movements hesitant but eager. She wore a tight tank top that hugged her curves, and Tully couldn't help but notice the way her nipples strained against the fabric, as if begging to be touched. Jake closed the door behind her, locking it with a soft click. "So, where exactly are you having trouble?" he asked, his voice a low purr. Natasha pointed to her breasts, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Here. They're so full and achy. I need to get the milk out, but I don't know how."

"Um, it's just that... my breasts are uncomfortably engorged. I want the nurse to bring the breast pump." Turning purple with embarrassment, she shot me a glare and whispered, "Shameless." I accepted the criticism calmly. After all, if there were benefits to be had, why not embrace them? I suddenly understood why some of my buddies disappeared into their mates' rooms and didn't come out when they were giving birth. It seemed there were unexpected perks to the situation. I nodded understandingly, concealing a smirk. "Of course, I'll fetch the nurse right away." Despite her embarrassment, Natash's request was reasonable, and I wasn't about to deny her relief. Stepping out, I quickly located a

I rather hoped the latter won out. “Carlie,” he started, shocked when I didn’t back down. I pulled my top free and my tits bounced in full view. Now, I have to tell you, I have great tits. My p**n director said they were the rare kind — full and ripe without silicone, firm as cantaloupes, and great for sucking and fucking — so when I pulled my top off, I knew Neil’s resistance didn’t stand a chance. And I wasn’t wrong. I toyed with the light pink areolas, pinching the nipples until they hardened into tight berries. “Like what you see, Daddy?”

They're already extended, preparing themselves for my baby's hunger. What they weren't expecting was the hunger of my Daddy! He pushes me over onto the bed, binding my wrists at my sides. He lowers his head against my breasts and takes an engorged nipple in his mouth. “Ah!” I cry out, a flare of pain brewing in my chest. “Daddy, it hurts!” My nipples are incredibly sensitive. I don't know why, but every touch of them is uncomfortable. Not super painful, but more like a bruise or something. Pain that hurts, but pain that also makes you want to keep testing it, to keep poking and prodding.

My cock found another inch. My head was spinning. The best thing to do is ignore it. Pretend it is not happening. That is what I did until she held my hand and positioned it on one of her tits. "Are you shocked?" I didn't reply. I just nodded. "It's OK your mother cannot see anything." She then pushed my hand harder and I could feel a nipple in my palm. I moved my fingers to touch it and she removed her hand. I wanted to get inside but the dress was tight at the top so I would have to stay outside. I raised my other hand so that I could play with both nipples. I heard a soft moan as I felt them grow. My grandma had hinted in the past that her nipples were 'special'. I now knew what she meant